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Jan 2016
He looked down at the old town
As he stood atop the hill
He looked down at his home
And he knew it was over

She looked over at him
A single tear rolled down his face
She stood next to him and took his hand
And she could feel him start to shake

Sure, the world was ending
But, at least, they had each other
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Scarlett Willow
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Scarlett Willow  In my own head
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   Bianca Reyes
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